They Tore Out My Dragon Bones, but a Rugged Sixties-Era Man Grew a Sweet-Hearted Dragon with Earth

The day the Immortal Realm ripped out my dragon bones, I smashed through into the countryside of 1960. When I was so hungry I chewed on a railway track and broke a dragon fang, the blind veteran handed me some Guanyin clay: “Eat. I mixed in glucose... Sweet?” Later When the villain forced me to “donate blood” to dye ten thousand acres of wheat red, he aimed a rusty cannon at me: “Shuangjin, listen up!” “You immortals... do you have any rules about military marriages?!” - Dragon tears turned to salt to save my blind husband | Scales scraped on the wall as evidence of the crime | Frozen leather belt protected beneath him | Milk rain nourished a year of famine > - Revenge for ripped-out bones × Guanyin clay | Disabled, rugged man × fallen dragon girl